How lucky you are to be written about
shaped by someone else’s words
that you affected them so deeply
they had to write you out of their system.

i believe love will find me again,
but i'm not convinced it'll be happily
ever after.

- i don't believe in fairytales

dear thirteen year old me,

don’t cry girl
don’t waste your tears on him
and don’t stress
because this isn’t the last time

you’ll run into him again
in fact,
you’ve got a lot more
in store
a lot of lessons to learn
and mistakes to make

believe me,
when I say that he’ll again feature
in your highlight reel.
he’ll be back,
you’ll see

don’t cry girl
though you fell too deep;
it won’t be the last time